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Celcius
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The others had been gone for minutes already and yet, no alarm had been raised. Celcius was impressed against her will at the skill of the endeavor; a large scale jailbreak like this usually ended badly for the majority of the escapees, she knew. She had seen it firsthand before, as soldiers would utilize lethal force if the prisoners wouldn't come quietly. Celcius settled in deeper within the little comfort the rags she had used as blankets gave her, waiting for the guards to come and check on them. But even as she did, she heard an approaching shuffling. It seemed she wasn't the only one who noticed the delay of the alarm.
"So tell me", the human casually spoke, "why are you staying when freedom is a corridor away? Why are you staying when freedom is a corridor away. The shifter has a plan thats going to get us out gear back and everything" he inquired. Celcius merely gave him a withering glance in response and leaned back. She a female half-orc lean against the neighboring cell's bars as she tried to convince the resident to come along. It was Ramona, the chatty one from a number of cells down from Celcius' own. "You're a champion of light and justice. They're suffering without you there. I was just outside: darkness and falsehood are rampant. The world needs you" the half-orc said. Celcius shook her head at these words. Celcius herself was too experienced in the world of half-truths, having lived with Eladrin and Elves for so long, not to recognize a blatant one as this.
"Darkness may run rampant, yes, and the world could always use more champions of truth, but where darkness abounds, so the protectors of light shall rise up against it. How can we, the so called 'champions' lead the cause if we call ourselves above the law? 'Without the law, darkness would remain completely unchecked. Thus, how can we allow ourselves to be above the law, else the darkness within run rampant in our hearts'?" Celcius recited the last from her lessons with her master, a great sage of the arcane arts.
Once again, she settled into her blankets and began to meditate, resuming her waiting for the guards.
"So tell me", the human casually spoke, "why are you staying when freedom is a corridor away? Why are you staying when freedom is a corridor away. The shifter has a plan thats going to get us out gear back and everything" he inquired. Celcius merely gave him a withering glance in response and leaned back. She a female half-orc lean against the neighboring cell's bars as she tried to convince the resident to come along. It was Ramona, the chatty one from a number of cells down from Celcius' own. "You're a champion of light and justice. They're suffering without you there. I was just outside: darkness and falsehood are rampant. The world needs you" the half-orc said. Celcius shook her head at these words. Celcius herself was too experienced in the world of half-truths, having lived with Eladrin and Elves for so long, not to recognize a blatant one as this.
"Darkness may run rampant, yes, and the world could always use more champions of truth, but where darkness abounds, so the protectors of light shall rise up against it. How can we, the so called 'champions' lead the cause if we call ourselves above the law? 'Without the law, darkness would remain completely unchecked. Thus, how can we allow ourselves to be above the law, else the darkness within run rampant in our hearts'?" Celcius recited the last from her lessons with her master, a great sage of the arcane arts.
Once again, she settled into her blankets and began to meditate, resuming her waiting for the guards.